Personal Narrative: When I Ride My Bike

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It was a bright sunny day with birds singing everywhere the day was going so well until my dum little sister came. Yet she wasn’t bothering me this morning ,but she told me can you teach me to ride my bike. She waited for my response and I told her give me some time to think about it. I finally gave her a response.
Once she heard me answer her. she was so happy, she was jumping up and down like a kangaroo.
The first time she tried it, I put her on a hill, but there was a problem she couldn't pedal. I knew right then that there was a disaster forming around this.Once the wheels started rolling she was so afraid that she tried to stop and was very successful. Then I just knew she was going to learn very fast. Another thing she couldn’t get down

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